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by adminEpisode 120 – Consciousness and unconsciousness 2 –
“Abraxas!!! Where is it!!!!”
A man approached me with a clearly angry voice.
It was Sergei Darmor’s voice.
It seems that the conspiracy I wrote worked well.
“It was there… Do you have anything to say?”
“There is nothing in particular?”
I was just waiting in the dormitory and there he was.
This is truly an inappropriate remark.
“Obviously… Didn’t you say you wouldn’t do any more bizarre things? Even if it was just oral, there must have been a treaty?”
“That is limited to when the purpose is to drop out.”
“Don’t play with words.”
“Aren’t most nobles like this? They use all kinds of strange puns to get out of treaties and rip off others.
President, you probably aren’t very free from this either, right?”
“Do you think I did that because of that? Vampires are the worst, but Seonghwangcheong can’t help us right now, so there’s nothing we can do.”
The president did not say anything else.
It was shown through action.
“Follow me.”
I followed the president’s words step by step.
Unlike before, there was less pressure.
Just winning or finding the possibility of winning is beneficial.
Even if you can’t do it at all, there’s no problem.
It’s okay if you go out, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t.
As long as you know that something is going on at the academy, staying here is also a good choice.
This is because it is also a good idea to stop by once in a while to prevent work after becoming completely free.
It’s hard to get out of here easily.
At least for me with Alice, getting in is relatively easy.
The president headed toward Dalian as if he was dragging me along.
“““Wow!!!”””
The cadets who had prepared in advance welcomed the president.
The president asked me with a puzzled look on his face in an unexpected situation.
“Why are people gathered like this?”
“Yes? Of course, I sprayed it in advance. I guess they just gathered people in advance because they might not come even after seeing the article?
If your expectations grow, you will have no choice but to respond.”
The person who helped bring people together was Alice.
From our first meeting, Alice, who had suffered limb amputation and tongue amputation, was quite tolerant of my injuries.
The president’s face looked even better.
As the saying goes, “Other people’s misfortune is my happiness,” because I felt really good.
“Quickly stand in your seat. I’ll stick to you properly.”
The president immediately stood down and waited for the referee to arrive.
The referee appeared naturally because I had invited him in advance.
The president seemed even more amazed when he saw that I had prepared thoroughly.
“Time limit is 5 minutes. The rules follow the basic academy sparring rules and this sparring is conducted by mutual agreement. Any comments?”
“None.”
“None.”
The person, unknown whether he was a teaching assistant or not, asked for consent and picked up the whistle hanging around his neck.
Raise your left hand to the sky, pick up the whistle with your right hand and put it in your mouth.
“Then, the sparring begins. 3… 2… One… Sparring begins!”
Hwiii profit ㅡ
The whistle sounded, signaling the start of sparring.
The moment when I concentrated all my attention to immediately understand the other person.
Boom~
A huge sound echoed throughout this land.
When I opened my eyes again.
A familiar ceiling was visible in my eyes.
Oh what the fuck.
A situation where it is not clear what happened.
Is it fantasy magic? Or did they come to a strange place through space transfer magic or something?
It was a time when I couldn’t do anything carelessly due to my mysterious nature.
“A.B.R.A.S.S.?”
A voice that suddenly caught my ear and was both terrifying and beautiful.
I knew right away what the situation was.
“First of all, I’m fine this time, so can you please take a look?”
I tried to make my own excuse to the healing saint without even opening my eyes.
It was no use.
“… ”
He didn’t say anything, but a chilling chill hovered around him.
Sigh-
A healing saint who narrows her eyes and just smiles without saying a word.
Obviously, it had to be sunny, but because of the situation, I wanted to run away.
“So. from now on. Please tell me something. You can hear it, right?”
“Of course! I’m sure you won’t get hurt in the future!”
Of course, I’m not a prophet, so I don’t know what will happen.
There’s a high probability that you’ll get hurt.
But unlike the saint, I don’t care if I die, so nothing that the healing saint would worry about will happen.
The saint seems to think that I take death lightly.
Of course, I can’t say this because I feel like if I say this, a miracle will happen where the saint will beat me up.
“Huuuu… So how do you feel? Isn’t it a pity?”
“I have no idea. Because I didn’t mean to win.”
Although I was actually quite surprised.
It’s just about that level.
The president is a strong person who is estimated to be two or three levels below the strongest human beings, such as the Sword Saint and the Demon Emperor.
Assuming it’s at full power, it’s at least as good as the guardians I faced.
Since this is the WFS time, it may be difficult to make an exact comparison with now.
At the very least, if I want to win for sure, I will have to become much stronger than I am now.
“What should I do if I don’t have any ideas? What on earth are you supposed to do if you exert all your strength until your body gets into that state and then have no thoughts about it?”
“Uh… But I don’t remember properly. Did I fight to the point where I was embarrassed?”
“If you just look at the situation, it was the next worst thing after being kidnapped by the Evil God Church! No, it’s not analgesia. How on earth can you be active like that?”
I could roughly understand what happened from the saint’s words.
It looks like he probably fought rather than fainted from a single blow.
‘Have you forgotten?’
The president’s abilities bring about trouble.
Although it has some limitations, it can be called an amazing technology in that it deals directly with memory.
The president is not a military wizard typical of the Republic of Magic, but a combat wizard who must deal with most combat situations alone.
Since psychological warfare was essential to him, he used magic to induce short-term memory loss to maintain it even during battle.
‘No, I didn’t think you would use that on me, a student. ‘You really write it.’
Normally, if you protect your brain with an aura, you will have resistance.
Under the circumstances, it seems like they used a technique on my unconscious head after I was defeated to make me forget the related memories.
‘I was too provocative.’
If you think about it, it seems like they were provoked by all sorts of strange incidents.
Even so, it seems like it was severe to this extent.
“So, is your body completely healed?”
“No… Is that your only reaction? Even after experiencing something like that in Dalian?”
“That. Because I don’t remember much. Perhaps he lost his memory due to the president’s abilities… I think I suffered from short-term memory loss due to shock.”
“Short-term memory loss… ? Do you know who I am?”
“The saint of healing and the person I offered to?”
“… It really seems like my short-term memory has been lost… for now! Then, I will fill out the discharge papers, so please come back safely next time.”
No, wait a minute.
Do I need to fill out discharge papers?
“Saint… How long has it been since I sparred?”
I thought it was about a few hours long.
“… This.”
“Yes?”
“He lay in bed for about 34 hours, or about two days in total.”
what?
That long?
Did the president hit me harder when I fainted?
“Uh… yes. all right. First, I will fill out the documents.”
Something was strange.
No matter how angry the president was, did he really attack me to the point where I couldn’t come to my senses for two days?
I wouldn’t do that because if I was that angry, I wouldn’t have even been able to wait until sparring.
Then dismiss that.
I thought of other cases, but.
It was impossible to get a clue in this health room, which was slightly larger than my dormitory.
‘Then I should go out.’
Anyway, my body is completely healed now.
There was no need to stay here any longer.
“Don’t come here again.”
“I hope so too.”
I left the health room, not being sent off by the saint, but being sent off.
It was really bright outside, contrary to my feelings.
It was like I was seeing something completely opposite to me.
‘for now… ‘You have to go see the president.’
The person who knows best what happened.
That person would be Sergei Darmore, the rector of the Imperial Academy.
“Huh? Are you awake?”
As I was walking and thinking about what to do next, someone suddenly spoke to me.
I turned around and saw that it was Theseus.
“Did you wait until I woke up?”
“Why do I love you?”
“That could be true. Do you use it because you have friends?”
“I don’t think this applies to you, not even Aria?”
Theseus and Arya have a special relationship with each other.
This is because the age difference is quite large.
Nobles need to save face, so they rarely fall out with each other for similar reasons as siblings on Earth.
Most of them are at odds over the issue of succession rights.
“So you’ve been passed out until now?”
“Uh. So, I am trying to go to the president.”
“Is there anything else to ask? Even with that? I don’t think that’s necessary, right?”
What does that mean?
Common sense tells us that if a person faints for two days while sparring, shouldn’t they go to see him?
“Why? What happened again?”
“… ? Don’t you remember?”
“I have no memory of the fight with the president. The president’s magic has that effect, but after I fell, I think it erased all my short-term memories.”
If you think about it, it was strange.
If I had fainted for as long as 34 hours, it would have been right for the saint to have questioned the rector first before reprimanding me.
Because it meant that the rector hit that hard.
If he had been brought in, it would have been an issue again, but the fact that he passed out for two days means that he was seriously injured or suffered a fierce battle.
“What on earth happened during sparring? Didn’t you lose the fight?”
“I guess there are a lot of people who see that as a draw or a win by decision. You fell, but the president had one of his arms cut off?”
what?
I don’t remember that?
“I cut off the president’s arm?”
“Uh. He had the upper hand in a fight with the president until the middle of the fight, and then got an arm cut off. Up until then, you had the upper hand, but after that time you must have lost strength and fell down?”
A battle I don’t remember.
In that battle, I seriously injured the general.
“Does that make sense?”
“You did it, how do I know?”
I know.
I don’t know why.
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